About three months have passed since the earthquake.
Children here play joyfully as they used to do.
Sometimes they talk about mysterious happenings.
Their game machines moves by themselves,
or music instruments make sounds without players,
or chattering is heard from the empty classroom, etc.
I tried to make a poem for kids.
(number 4 : revision o)
Janitor murmured
He disappeared suddenly,
On the last day of the camping.
I screamed I missed him.
Classmates said, Who?
They didn't know him.
Teacher said, Oh!
I must have dreamed.
He disappeared suddenly,
With a memory of a hide-and-seek.
I shouted I saw him.
Classmate said, Who?
They didn't see him.
Principal talked to himself,
He had been to be.
He disappeared suddenly,
Just after jumping down the stairs.
I said I loved him.
Classmates said, Who?
I lost my mind.
Janitor sighed and murmured,
He had been a good boy.
reference:
http://www.asahi.com/english/TKY201106030170.html
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